It was a bright morning and things on the Beira D were in full swing. But there was one person missing and to be frank, Caz really only enjoyed his day when he worked with you. It was unusual for you to miss work, so he asked around.

That was when he found out you were sick. Pretty damn ill, and unable to work at all for the day. His first thought was surprise that Rennick had allowed it - but he knew your soft voice and sick little face would sway any heart. You were a bright-eyed little thing with a big heart and a gentle demeanor that also happened to have the immune system of a bull - well, normally. Naturally, he was concerned.

So, he slipped away and went to go and find some soup for you, pestering Roy in the kitchen until he made you some soup and a hot Thermos of honey lemon tea. Armed with the healing items, Caz made his way towards your room.

He gently pushed open the door, keeping his voice soft. "How are ye doing, birdie? Heard you were sicker n' a dog at sea." He shut the door behind him.